She was scouted from her hometown in the countryside to star in a drama alongside Matsuyama Kenichi (most famously known as L from the Death Note movie.) They're 10 years apart in age and she's nervous...

“WHAT THE FUCK!” She screamed jumping out of the bed pulling all the covers with her to cover herself up and saw the entirety of the man in her...well considering she was visiting it was really his bed. She couldn’t help but turn her head sideways as she examined the fine specimen near her.

Oh she knew how to pick ‘em even when she was drunk. It was almost all she could do to not climb back into bed and pretend to remember who he was. “Well if you’d like a second preview to examine the merchandise all-“ He started teasing her by shifting the scantily covering cloth and she shook her head.

“No I think that’s okay. I just...” and then it came back to her. Coming to stay with Tegoshi. Everyone already smashed, the friendly atmosphere, the completely idiotic way she’d behaved and most of all well...him.

Ryo. His name resounded in her head in a way that made her heart strings pull as she remembered so vividly the sight of his eyes boring into hers. The way he’d held onto her the entire night. The way he’d kissed her, the sensation of his lips pushing just the slightest bit of pressure onto the skin that stretched on her neck-

“Oh god. What have I done?” She collapsed onto the bed putting her hands over her eyes so she couldn’t see any of Ryo’s unexpected parts.

Though really she’d seen all she could.

There was no going back now.

Not that she wanted to go back.

She was pathetic.

How long had it been since she’d slept with a guy anyways? No wonder she felt so clingy towards Ryo even though she was hiding it well. When you ran away freaked out that generally didn't constitute as clingy morning-after behaviour.

“Hey hey...don’t feel bad. I barely remembered you when I woke up too. It’s okay. You know what I did remember about you though?" When she shook her head he ruffled her hair as she buried her face deeper into her hands. "Your ass...seriously, if possible you need to tell me how you got that. You could probably sell your procedure.” She shot her eyes up to his face to see him laughing. At her.

He was laughing at her and her obvious discomfort! Why was this so funny? Was there something funny about her? She glared and ignored his comment, even if her ass was feeling decidedly happy at being complimented.

“You weren’t drunk last night you should have known better!" She judged him as she felt her eyes narrow onto his arms. God they looked muscular.

She couldn't even stay properly angry at this guy...he was too hot for her.

She felt frenzied.

“HEY! I’ll have you know even though I was seriously impaired...I did try. There’s only so much throwing a guy like me can handle when she already has him riled up.” THAT WAS HIS DEFENSE?

“I did not rile you up!” There the anger was again and she was about to kick him where it hurt before she realized they were both kind of naked. That would make the situation more awkward... she let her eyes stick onto his face for now. She threw him half of the sheets. He further covered himself up, and to her pleasure continued smiling at her like a fool.

“Look Mao...I’m not going to apologize for some of the best sex in my life." It was stupid that her heart warmed a little at the compliment. Seriously what was she a hooker? Oh good job last night! Great effort! "I am going to apologize for the fact that we did not practice whatever we did last night safely."

All snarky remarks were lost. “We didn’t- oh my god. OH MY GOD!”

“Well what did you expect? You naked, me naked, under the sheets. Seriously woman. I thought you were smarter than that.”

“YOU’VE KNOWN ME LESS THAN A DAY! HOW CAN YOU EVEN LET YOURSELF INTO THAT SITUATION! I COULD HAVE BEEN THE SLUTTIEST GIRL WITH MILLIONS OF DI-“ But he put a forefinger against her lips and shut her up that quickly.

She was thankful that he didn’t kiss her. Part of her didn’t want the feeling she’d felt with him last night to be tainted by the fact that it had only been her drunk self exaggerating what she’d felt.

An instant connection.

He leaned in closer to her ear and pulled her by the neck slowly, so as not to hurt her, into his words. “I know more about you than your grandmother knows. And I know that you were going through a- let's just call it a dry spell." She hissed quietly as he snickered at her embarrassment. ”So I know you don't have any diseases."

Oh wow. She’d spoken to him about her grandmother.

Okay that was it. Now she remembered why she didn’t get drunk and have sex with strangers.

Then she remembered of course he wasn't a stranger! No, he was her bus driver. He’d driven her a grand total of three times somehow miraculously avoiding contact with her each and every time by mere centimeters and seconds.

It made sense now why they hadn’t quite met yet.

BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THE MOMENT THEY HAD MET THEY COULD NOT HAVE CONTROLLED THEMSELVES AND SIMPLY JUST JUMPED INTO BED TOGETHER.

And while it sounded fun, it couldn’t be safe while he was driving the bus. No one wanted the crash of a bus to occur, much less because they couldn’t control the reaction of their pheromones to one another.

“Now go...take a shower. You stink. Then we’ll go find your aunt.” His soft tone interrupted her thoughts and he let his fingers off his lips leaving her to collapse silently onto herself again as he got onto the side to pull on his boxers.

“Did I tell you everything?” She asked softly as she let her head fall on the bed so she was looking at him from directly underneath.

His eyes were kind. She gulped. “You’ll remember everything eventually...but if you don’t let’s just treat this as a random stranger doing something nice for you okay? I want to thank you if you hadn’t said what you did last night. This would have never happened...and I would have never realized something that I’ve been holding onto for so long. So don’t think about it Mao...for today you can trust me.” He leaned down against her and it was ridiculous the power emenating from his eyes. No matter how hard she might have wanted to admire his perfectly chiseled body he held her gaze within his own. He let his hand fall on her cheek delicately and her eyes shut at the feel of his fingertips caressing her. It was such a loving gesture but coming from someone so strange it left the most bizarre tingling sensation against her face.

He stopped and within moments he up and left the room only pausing to ask her what she’d like for breakfast. She didn't care so he said he'd get Tego to make her eggs.

Mao stayed on the bed.

She had done something irreparable she knew that.

This was horrible.

She was on the pill so she needn’t have worried too much about the lack of a condom last night but...she’d done something far worse than unprotected sex.

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